Ah, 2015. You were a pretty good year. A happier gig, two ironman races, a Kona qualifier(!), a road trip west with one of my best gal pals, a vacation in the mountains with my…
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I can clearly remember my first journal… it was pink (obviously) with a lock on the side, keeping my fifth-grade secrets safe inside. I poured my heart out in there and continued to journal on…